This morning, I looked through my personal Instagram profile through two different set of eyes: Mine and that of a stranger, discovering the profile for the first time.

Unsurprisingly, those same 200 days of authentic daily black and white images told radically different stories.

To me, every image was a window into the past – rich with context, nuance, and history. Lessons learned, challenges overcome, milestones accomplished.

But from the outside, it felt much more like a humble brag of all the places I had been, people I met, and adventures I had.

The abundance of content without context invites strangers to build convincing narratives around a situation they know very little about.

How often are we that misguided stranger looking in on someone else’s life with smug confidence in who we think they are?